I can never forget the first baptism I celebrated. I was a transitional deacon assigned to a parish in the Archdiocese of Boston (I attended Pope St. John XXIII National Seminary in Weston, Massachusetts). The little baby girl who presented for baptism was of Southeast Asian descent and precious to behold. I was so nervous about celebrating the sacrament and unsure of myself that I asked my pastor supervisor to stand next to me in the event I did not do something correctly.




